Modesty Contest

In which we discuss a deleted scene from the Jim Jarmusch movie Dead Man... Here is the scene: DIALOGUE: Conway Twill:  Anyhow, getting back to the beginning of the story, my grandaddy came over from Scotland, you see, he was actually part of the Muttwill clan, I believe the clan tartan was a kind of a gold and purple if I remember correctly, never wore one myself. Dropped the mutt part of the name when he came out west on account of he figured it'd getting him more work and all. Well, he sure was a lovely gentlemen, our grandaddy. Hey, how bout your family there, Cole? Lemme guess. Kinda figured you for a German? I mean, amiright? Am I close? Austrian? I mean it's all about stillness and motion, I mean, in the end. Stillness being a woman thing, you know? I dunno, motion being about us. Goddamnit, the hell do we know in the end anyway? All that moving about. Christ, it's all just about a home really. Stillness to you of course is never ever opening...

PAINLESS 2/9/2012 Open on a wide shot of the jungle (Amazon) in which we see a group of native women gathering plants and roots in a clearing. They are focused on the task and do not speak to one another. Night begins to fall and they collect their goods and return to camp. The tribe is excited, it is an important day; the women begin to grind the plants between stones as the men are painted in ceremonial fashion. Five of the strongest men gather weapons (one short spear, one small knife). Drums begin to beat; The women continue to pound at the herbs, rhythmically they begin chanting along with the drums. The substance they are preparing is done. The men line up (5 men), single file to receive blessings. The greenish-black substance is applied to face, head and mouth by the women. The men chew the mash and hold it in their lower lip a la chewing tobacco. The drum beat swells and stops....

THE OTHER SON PART II  (Link to Part I) As Abiah convalesced, he saw many things.  A mountain in flames. A sea churning with oily creatures. A goat with the head of a snake. The sky raining putrid flesh. The siren would appear and comfort him. As he writhed in his condition, she would caress his wounds.  She would whisper to him of the world as it grew and molt. Tribes were fractured and frayed, pillage and rape were rife. Humanity cried out for salvation in despair.  The siren sang and spoke of a great devotion. Not unto God, but unto love. The love of fellow earthly entities, beast and man alike. Upon the siren's breast shone a silver "T" that radiated with such strength that it burnt Abiah's eyes. As Abiah marvelled at the shining spectre, she would sing: "Joy is not the same for thee as it twas and whilst for me Love is shared by all As we rise we will fall Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness...

Howdy, gang! Been a while. I have no excuse for not posting, it truly is unacceptable behaviour. Yet I cannot and will not apologize, as the internet is more or less a giant ocean of ebbing and flowing information/ entertainment, endlessly accessible and delightful. But I am trying to commit to a more regular post schedule. Eh, ah-um! So no new writings are ready yet for public consumption, so it is yet another edition of Video Round-up, this one is music themed. Enjoy and come on back soon. More fun is to be had! First up, a great song from Talk Talk. Not sure where I first heard it, I am thinking it was on this stupendous channel Radio Paradise out of California. They play a really unique and excellent mix of different music from all over the world and from all over time. In regards to future music (or "FuMu" as they call it in the future) I'm not sure if they have conquered time travel as of yet.  www.radioparidise.com There...